Author's Note: Okay, I seem to have become obsessed with the new Legally Blonde musical, which has made it nearly impossible for me to focus on anything else at all. And so, out came this little contraption. I loved how in the musical we saw more of Emmett, and how he was given more of a back-story than in the movie (I've always loved his character). But, I also knew there had to be more than tutoring and studying that would eventually bring Elle and Emmett together. So that's where this came from. Just a little story that follows the line of the musical, but in Elle's and Emmett's point of views. It won't necessarily go back and forth each chapter, but the POV depends on who I want the part of the story told by.

With that long author's not by, please enjoy! And remember, reviews are loved.

Universal Disclaimer: I do not own Legally Blonde, the movie or the musical. If I did, there would be more Emmett.

Chapter One: Emmett

"Uhhh... hi." I stood there awkwardly, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, staring at the three new law students who had had enough class to show up to the meeting circle. Truth be told, I had expected there to be less and three was a pretty small number to begin with. Silently, I mulled over what to say. I had never been a very outgoing person, although I'd gotten much better at public speaking over my years at Harvard. But, I had to admit to myself, I was still the same person deep down: shy, secluded, and... utterly obsessed and addicted to Tetris.

Well, when I wasn't in the courtroom anyway.

Clearing my throat, I continued, "I'm Emmett Forrest. I was a law student here myself, and – well, I suppose I still am, kind of... I'm Professor Callahan's assistant, and--" I cut myself off, noticing the blank stares on the students' faces. Goddamn rambling habit. Slowly, I continued.

"Well, on behalf of all Harvard, I'd like to welcome and congratulate you all on making it this far, to... Harvard. Uh, I know from my own experiences that it was no easy task. I mean, I busted my--" Okay, I was doing it again. These people all probably thought I was some sort of modern... caveman. Unintelligible and...

I glanced down at my rugged city appearance for a split second. Unintelligible and unkempt.

Defeated at my attempt to make a good first impression I feebly finished, "Why don't we all just get to know each other a little better?"

That seemed to work; the busy-haired man farthest from me (I can't seem to remember his name) started to tell his own story of success. As the group spoke, I found myself only half-listening. I figured it'd be good to take the chance to daydream, a pastime I hadn't been able to do much nowadays. I zoned out, picturing a large house on the cape, and the beaming smile on my mother's face as I signed--

"What about you, Forrest?"

I blinked drearily at the mention of my name, snapping back to reality. "Huh?"

"Your story, Mr. Assistant." The girl – was her name Emily? – smirked at me, and I vaguely recalled her mentioning something about men being incompetent.

"My story?" I frowned, still confused as to what they meant.

"Why you came to Harvard," she growled, obviously frustrated as I caught her muttering under her breath, "Men..."

"Oh." I froze, swallowing the lump that had taken over my throat. "That story." Silently, I prayed for a miracle. There were a few things I had never told anyone, one of which was my reason for going out for law. "Well, I-"

"I love your top! It is so fatigue chic!" I breathed a sigh of relief as a confident female voice drifted in from off to the side.

Gratefully, I let my eyes drift over to where her voice had come from, "Hello, can I-" My voice caught in my throat as I saw my savior, a girl who had to be the most beautiful, the most bubbly, and the most... pink law student I had ever seen in my life.

Disbelief that someone like her could actually be studying law clouded my mind, and I asked the only question I could think of, "Are you in the right place?"